There's an email sitting in my drafts that I wrote almost three months ago (okay, maybe six?). It's to a financial planner. Someone I know, a good friend who I know would do a great job, which honestly makes it worse, because there's no anonymous form to hide behind. Just me, asking a person I'll run into at the next social event for help with something I feel like I should already understand. I wrote the whole shebang: what I do already, roughly what I'm trying to figure out, whether there's...